Saturday, 25 June 2011

The Tax Man's Prayer

Tax his land,  Tax his bed,
Tax the table at which he's fed.

Tax his work, Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts anyway!

Tax his cow, Tax his goat,
Tax his pants, Tax his coat.

Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think..

Tax his car, Tax his gas,
Find other ways to tax his ass.

Tax all he has then let him know
That you won't be done till he has no dough.

When he screams and hollers;
Tax him some more,
Tax him till he's good and sore.

Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he's laid.

When he's gone, do not relax,
Its time to apply the inheritance tax.


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